Little things.
Jonnie Dresden
-John Keating
Nothing can make you feel small except the earth and sky.
This is me. Alone and off centered.
We’ve still got color, even this late in the year. Summer’s gone but winter’s near.
Snap. The sky is dismal, threatening rain. She hurries. Snap. Heads across the field. The first droplets begin to settle on the empty ground. Snap.
The lake tucked on the inside was never a mistake. Obviously someone mistook it for that.
She loves me more than anything. I love her more than the word. I could love him much better; if he can’t see it, he’s blind. He calls me cutie and I don’t know where this is going to go. Welcome to my world.
There are times in your life when you look at the small things and remember, “I am still alive.” And that’s when you smile.
Self portrait without a mirror
Unedited.
